Snaggletooth (&Team)

12. Secrets Secrets

"Excuse me, Mr Fuma.." Yuma softly nudged his coaches shoulder to get his attention. Fuma turned around with a prominent smile plastered on his face "Yes, Yuma? You did very well today btw."

Yuma sent Fuma a nervous bright smile "Oh thank you.." he hoped Fuma wouldn't notice the nervousness growing on his features. Fuma lifted a brow, waiting for Yuma to ask what he had come to him to ask.

Yuma fiddled with the hem of his shirt before slowly opening his mouth to ask "Can you please give me Asakura Jo's address?"

He must have been home by now from his appointment, right?

Fuma's smile slightly faltered into perplexity "Asakura Jo? Oh um, I don't think I can do that.."

Yuma's shoulder slouched, but he didn't give in to defeat easily. He whined pesteringly, "Pleasee, I really wanna check up on Jo."

Fuma raised an eyebrow, bewildered by the tiny cat's words "Jo? You must be pretty close to Asakura if you're calling him that. Why don't you try contacting him yourself? I don't want to get into trouble for sharing private information"

A small pout grew on Yuma's lips "But Jo doesn't have a phone.."

Jo never had anyone to call, his life was simple. Wake up, take tablets, ride his bike to school, ride back home, draw, then sleep. A phone proved no purpose to him. So when Yuma offered him his number, Jo could only chuckle before declining the request.

"Please.."

Fuma sighed at the sight of Yuma's expression falling. His face stiffened and his eyes gleamed with worry and sorrow. The bright cheerful Yuma from the beginning of the day had completely dispersed, only a blank figure, void of any spark, stood in its slouching place.

Fuma had remembered the tremendous worry visible on Yuma's face earlier in the training when he told the latter of Jo's absence. Right, Yuma had asked about him earlier as well.

After a long sigh, Fuma placed a gentle hand on Yuma's shoulder "Don't tell anyone I gave you this information.."

Yuma's eyes immediately lit up.

***

Yixiang crashed onto the silky sheets of his mattress. His head was aching and his forehead was heating up abundantly.

He buried his steaming head into his hands, releasing a loud muffled squeal, frustrated.

Why did he bother intervening when he knew well that he would not be able to justify his reasoning, or more so voice his real beckoning.

When Yudai got close to Yuma, something in him snapped. He was very much aware of his feelings, but he knew he could not act or voice them...yet. So he knew he needed to at least control them.

Scenes of Koga holding Yuma in his arms flashed through Yixiang's mind, producing a low snarl to escape from his mouth.

Yudai wrapping his arms around what was his drove him crazy, he simply could not hold it in, hence his abrupt actions today.

Yixiangs snarling expression melted into softness when Yuma's confused face popped up in his head.

Oh Yuma, sweet sweet Yuma.

Yixiang dug his head into his pillow, thrashing his face against the plush cushion.

Yuma's confused little face today when he punched Yudai and his even more confused face two days ago...

The edges of Yixiangs lips slightly curved into a sick smile.

Yuma looked so adorable when he was confused.